The sun reached its highest point in the day and you were still in bed with Ramsay’s arms wrapped around you. You didn’t dare move. Why would you? You were warm. You were being snuggled. All had been quiet, even Ramsay’s snoring had faded away. Bacon and Eggs slept at the foot of the bed together.
One of them sniffed the air and started to bark at the door. So much for silence. Before you could deal with the noise, Ramsay shot up. His hair stood up in spots. He squinted at the door.
“Who is it? What the f**k do you want?!” Ramsay shouted at the door. He didn’t want to be disturbed either.
“It’s Mance. He’s here,” you heard a very distinct Damon from the other side. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Now? It’s morning!”
“It’s afternoon, Ramsay,” Damon shouted back from the other side. “Check
